We all wish to believe in miracles
Shinning lights and daffodils being bright
Cherry peaks and gold buckets, waiting over the rainbow
Flying dragons and empty sonars oozing out each toxin
We spend money on fantasy and drought time on reality
Hoping that this time we will be so lost
Lost beyond reach never needing to return
At end of each hope, prayer and wish is reality clearer and dim
Nothing is as it should be, and nothing will
The brain’s ability to daydream will drown even’s reality will
We are but an illusion of what we want, while we’re the same
Nothing has changed, except the way we have chosen to see the world
Hope is a poison to reality, an addiction to the less willed
With a choke hold on perception and drowning even clarity
If there is such a thing as hope, won’t the world be clearer?
But who am I to deny the people their right to be addicts?
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